Chapter 67: The bullet is perfect

He was actually one of the two men with glasses he saw when he came in. This guy was really good at playing. He was lying on the bed and smoking...

Yan Wu's face turned red. When Zhao Jianhui went to turn off the lights, she had already rushed to the window, reached out to pull the woman down, and kicked the man's lower body with her little feet in high heels.

Outside the door, a dull and soft sound rang out, and the bullets dragged the dark red light and flew past the door where the two of them were evasive. In the corridor, Kikugawa Nami let out a few shrill cry.

"Boss, that woman wouldn't be killed by their own bullets, right?" Yan Wu wanted to stretch out her head to take a look with a little puzzled look, but Zhao Jianhui grabbed her: "You don't want to live anymore. If you are like an ugly woman like that, what's the pity for death? Being beaten to death by her own people can be considered as retribution."

"But..." Yan Wuxin said, "Didn't you have another girlfriend who was caught and not found? The woman died, where should we find someone? Zhao Jianhui had already shaken his head and stopped her: "Do you think that woman can say it so easily? Even if she can conquer her mouth, I don't know when I will go back. I don't have so many incidents."

Yan Wu looked at her in confusion, which meant to ask: "What should we do now?"

Zhao Jianhui concentrated on his mind and stopped the gunshots outside and said, "What else can I do? When the people outside set off empty guns for a while, we two rushed out. Are you okay?"

"No..." Yan Wu said, lifting up the pistol that Zhao Jianhui had thrown to him just now, and said confidently.

At this moment, Zhao Jianhui heard the gunshots outside suddenly stopped, and the door outside the corridor was pushed open. As soon as Zhao Jianhui looked out, he saw a large number of people pouring in from the door, all of whom were Oriental thugs in black suits.

"Barewell, let go of Miss Kikukawa!"

"Ah, Miss Kikukawa was shot..."

With the chaotic voices, one of the leading men dyed golden hair, waving a cold bamboo knife in his hand, shouting loudly in Oriental language, "I'm going to kill that Chinese pig!"

Zhao Jianhui sneered, flashed out of the room and stood in the corridor. The man's eyes showed some kind of pathological cruelty, and there was an excitement flashing in his eyes. He held a knife and was about to rush over. He stopped just after he took a step.

Zhao Jianhui's gun in his hand was facing him.

"Z people, can you scare me by just holding a toy gun? I want to kill you...ah!!!"

With a muffled sound, a small tongue of flames spurted out from the muzzle, but the man's crotch exploded. He screamed and threw the bamboo knife and fell to the ground. His thing was smashed by Zhao Jianhui, and blood and flesh splashed on the wall and the ground.

Before the others could react, Zhao Jianhui and Yan Wu's muzzles were continuously spitting out flames, and the thugs at the door fell one after another. There were too many people crowded in, and most of them did not have firearms in their hands. The group of people holding the firearms came in at the end, but were blocked by their own people and could not shoot. Zhao Jianhui and Yan Wu didn't need to aim at it at all, just pull the trigger design by the straight tube.

This is not a fight, but a one-sided massacre.

"Yan Wu, remember it. Add the two in the basement. We have killed thirteen islanders..." Zhao Jianhui glanced at the bloody ground, and walked out of the small door in the corridor with disdain.

Yan Wu casually shot Kikugawa Nami's body: "There should be fourteen, and that bad girl..."

"Haha, it's 14, and that bad girl, Yan Wu, you did a good job. In fact, he had to die at our hands." Zhao Jianhui said as he walked forward.

The hall was still waiting for glory, but the crowded crowd just now disappeared. Four tall and stout men stood outside the small door, replacing the two beautiful sisters in uniforms who were originally standing here.

The four people saw that they were strange men and women holding guns in their hands, and immediately surrounded Zhao Jianhui and Yan Wu.

"Baga, how are the people inside..." These people did not hold guns. Maybe there were less than one gun here after all, and they had to reach a certain level before they could own it.

However, these people all looked like Kong Wu’s powerful appearance, and at a glance, you can see that they are also good at fighting.

Zhao Jianhui's answer was also very simple. He raised his fist and slapped it hard on a person's face. The man screamed and covered his face and fell out, knocking over a nearby table.

"Yan Wu, do you still remember what I taught Kikugawa Nami? We are not competing with others, but - killing people..." The guy said, and launched continuous attacks.

One person on the left immediately kicked him sideways. Zhao Jianhui turned around and dodged, kicked him hard in the crotch. He covered his crotch and arched his body. Then Zhao Jianhui flashed through the third person's attack, locked his arm and bumped him with the fourth person, and then picked up a stainless steel stool without any shame. He smashed them hard.

The fight ended in less than ten seconds, and they had no chance to fight back. Seeing Zhao Jianhui finishing the fight in front, Yan Wu made a shot from behind, and the four of them went to see the fucking master Amaterasu in unity.

"Do you have a lot of bullets?" Seeing Yan Wu like this, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, turned over and walked into the small door again. After a while, he held six or seven magazines and threw them to Yan Wu.

"Didn't you say we're going to kill people?" Yan Wu felt very wronged when Zhao Jianhui complained. Zhao Jianhui rolled his eyes: "You don't have to use a gun to kill someone. You search for a door here and I'll go there to see. Don't stay there if there is no situation..." As he said, Zhao Jianhui pushed open another door and walked in.

What Zhao Jianhui didn't expect was that the door he pushed open was not the same as the one he pushed open last time, and there was actually an elevator inside this door.

However, there are only two buttons up and down on this elevator, but there is obviously no number. Zhao Jianhui pressed the elevator to go up, and after he came out, he was almost shocked. Whether in the Huanghai or in Dayun City, he had never seen such a magnificent palace decorated in such a magnificent manner, even the most luxurious Arabian top star hotel may not be the case.

When you walk out of the elevator, the first thing that catches your eye is a step-like artificial waterfall. The waterfall cleverly combines atomized water technology with optical principles to form a unique kaleidoscope effect.

The ground is paved with precious Italian marble, and the intricate inlaid walls and ceiling designs make the entire hall extremely luxurious layout. The walls are decorated with crystal painted reliefs, and the carvings are all pictures related to the content of men and women.

The crystal chandeliers above the head are really high-end crystals, and there is also a bar and dance floor here, equipped with very advanced audio and video equipment. Several beautiful strippers are dancing pole dance, but more naked handsome men and beautiful women open their mouths and look at Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui quickly glanced into the crowd, but did not see You Xiaoran. This made him feel relieved and even more anxious.

"Barewell! Kill him quickly!" A woman suddenly shouted in Oriental language like a beast. Zhao Jianhui raised his hand and shot the woman directly.

"Ah..." several screams, and the naked man and woman inside suddenly flew around like birds and beasts. Some people in black also walked out of the corner, and what they were holding were steel pipes and whips.

"Everyone in the island country must die." Zhao Jianhui smiled and pulled the trigger. The bullet accurately hit the eyebrows of an island country thug. The brain and blood splattered. The body with a big hole in the back of his head fell to the ground. The dark red blood dyed the precious carpet a mess.

Screams came one after another, and the naked men and women screamed, rushing around, most of them found a place to hide, and some of them were not afraid of death rushed towards Zhao Jianhui, intending to escape. Zhao Jianhui shot and smashed a person's kneecap, and the rest immediately dispersed.

"Don't... don't shoot, we are Chinese!" Just in front of Zhao Jianhui, a pair of men and women squatting with their heads on the ground, watching Zhao Jianhui's perfect shots. The black people fell to the ground one after another, and a few women shouted hysterically with their heads in their arms.

"Are you fucking Chinese?" Zhao Jianhui sneered twice, and finally did not shoot at them. He just waved the gun in his hand and snorted coldly: "Get out..."

The people were obviously shocked and stood up and ran away. Zhao Jianhui noticed that there were eight doors on the surrounding walls, which looked like an elevator door. However, the group of people did not run inside, but ran into a door on the other side of the hall.

Zhao Jianhui reached out and grabbed a woman who was lying on the ground and couldn't run, shouting loudly: "Where does this lead to?"

I really didn't expect that this woman who was so scared that she was still a native of H.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but laugh: "What are you humming? Are you not afraid of death?"

"Who said I'm not afraid? I'm so scared that I'm so scared that you can't see it?" The man stood up tremblingly with his teeth shaking, saying, "I'm even if I'm so scared that I'm going to die, you're just a demon. Why do you want to destroy our celestial gathering?"

Seeing that the woman actually put on a priest-like face, as if she was accumulating strength to compete with herself, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but laugh. This woman was not only weird in behavior, but also deeply swollen from the poison of the Eastern people in her thoughts. It was so sad, lamentable, pitiful and hateful.
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